Page 46 of Dark Fae's Secrets
I’m still reeling from this. Ambrosia must have spies all over this place. We are going to have to weed them all out by cutting off the head.
I’m going to have to go and face Ambrosia and end this petty fighting once and for all. As I push open my bedroom door, I contemplate her supposed pregnancy. She was quite convincing when she told me the news. I believed her completely. Would she lie about something like that? Surely the Light Fae won’t be thrilled when they find out that she lied and will take that affront badly. She must’ve taken that into consideration, so what game is she playing?
I sigh and know that I have to confront her as soon as possible.
Peeling off my yoga clothes, I head into the shower and stand under the hot water, hissing as it hits the burns. But it makes me smile.
I startle when I hear the bathroom door open and rub my hand over the condensation on the glass shower door to peer through.
“Hey,” I say with a smile and open the door. “Care to join me?”
Rath looks up at the water. “I would love to,” he says, but then his eyes land on the burns, and they go hard. He instantly turns into a caveman about it, his eyes flashing a glowing green that I find quite sexy.
“Who hurt you?” he roars. “I will kill them! Peel their skin off inch by inch until they beg for mercy, and then I will…”
“Hold your Dragons,” I interrupt his tirade. “I asked him to do it. So, shush and get naked.”
He breathes in through his nose. “Trey?” he clips out, nailing it, but it wasn’t a reach.
“Yes, I asked him to,” I reiterate.
“You enjoy being hurt?” he asks, struggling with this concept.
“If I ask for it during sex, then, yes,” I state bluntly.
“I see,” he murmurs. “You asked him to throw Dragon fire at you?”
I snort laugh un-prettily. “No, he bounced it across my skin,” I inform him.
“And you liked it?”
“Very much so.”
“He is not forcing you to say that, is he?” he asks, going feral again.
“Is he here?” I ask archly.
“Humph,” he mutters and takes his clothes off by snapping his fingers theatrically.
I step back to let him in and enjoy watching as he stands under the shower, blissfully closes his eyes and tilts his head back as the water falls down on him.
My gaze roves over his hard body, enjoying just looking at him for a moment.
“You are a complicated female,” he says quietly after a minute. “Just when I think I have you figured out, you throw something at me that I don’t understand.”
I step closer to him and run my hands up his sexy, wet, rock-hard abs. “You don’t have to understand it, to accept it.”
“True,” he says, looking down at me. “But I find it difficult to look at your exquisite skin so marred, knowing that you experienced pain.”
“But pleasure as well. They will be gone by tomorrow,” I promise him. “Have you ever had sex in a shower, Rath?” I ask wickedly, knowing that he hasn’t.
He looks down at me with a sexy smile. “You wish to have sex under this torrent of water?”
“I do,” I purr, moving in even closer. I can’t help it when I’m around him. I go full-nympho. I know that a lot of it has to do with the goddess part of me. She wants her god all day, every day, and that’s fine. I’m wildly attracted to him, and I want him in my life always. I can’t say that I truly love him just yet because I’m not sure that I do. I want to be able to separate the goddess from the woman inside me before I make that declaration to him. Again.
“Who am I to argue with my goddess?” he whispers before he plunges his tongue into my mouth.
I kiss him back fervently before I pull away. “Do you find Theo attractive?” I ask with a smirk.
